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This is Master P |
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I'm down here in South Park |
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I just put a million dollar reward up |
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For any information or anybody who know who killed Kenny |
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Ya heard |
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(Kenny's dead) |
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We got to ride tonight |
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My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh |
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Kenny started messin' up, hangin' with the thugs |
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Cutting class in the fast section, see weed and drugs |
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And I guess that's how it is when the ghetto got you trapped |
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But Kenny ain't scared, he seen his pops get his neck snapped |
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People lie in they sheet on South Park streets |
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Where the hoes chill and everybody run from the police |
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But what I liked about Kenny, he wasn't no Crip or no Blood |
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And he mumbled when he talked, but he loved that bud |
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(Kenny's dead) |
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We got to ride tonight |
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My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh |
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A lot of hopeless nights chasin' nickels and dimes |
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Kenny rode the other bus to school, but at night, he did crimes |
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211, 187, it's like a hobby |
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Kenny slowed his roll, he did three years for a robbery |
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Some say Kenny was the poorest kid on the street |
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But picture this, Kenny with about ten G's and a couple of keys, huh |
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Servin' the dope fiends, standin' on the corner |
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Moved and worked from New Orleans to Arizona |
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But it was a trip, Kenny always wondered how he would die |
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Would it be a car crash, a plane, a gun, or suicide |
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He knew one day that the rats would come |
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But he didn't know they was gonna scream, "'Bout it, 'bout it" |
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And hit him with a shotgun, uhh |
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(Kenny's dead) |
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We got to ride tonight |
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My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh |
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A lot of wasted deaths, a lot of senseless crime |
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But everybody think about what you do out there, because uh |
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Judgment day is for everybody |
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Just remember that, uh, we can't take none of this with us |
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And it's real out here on these streets |
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I'd love to live like Kenny |
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But just remember, Kenny wasn't nothin' but a cartoon, huh |
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Died, he's dead, ain't no comin' back |
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Ya heard me |
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Hombre, Master P, No Limit |
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To the world, baby |
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Don't get no realer than this |